Kurt Hearth Poems

From the base I looked aloft.
Majestic, intimidating vastness.
Was I able to muster that courage,
to accept the challenge before me?
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The song of adventure.

Can you hear it summoning?
Listen closely my friend.
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In predawn darkness, gangway cleared.
All lines cast off, anchor’s aweigh.
Bow turned toward beckoning, open sea.
We proclaim at last, homeward bound.
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From lurid tempestuous day,
brightness pierces nimbus rack.
Within Nature’s tumultuous rage,
out of chaos, survivor plucked.
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The sea from its shore,
shows me white crested chop.
The sky above, an angry ceiling,
of dark rolling turbulence.
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From the fountain of my mentor,
I filled my empty cup.
From the fields of his mind,
I harvested the crop of wisdom.
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At the forefront,
of the grassy mead, my post.
Sentry to the residents, resting,
inscribed upon my field.
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What wonders,
hidden beyond far horizon,
summon forth the wanderlust
resting dormant within my soul?
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Have you ever seen a sample?
A sample of God’s love?
Have I, I would say I’m sure.
T’was a won’drous sight.
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The seas I transit across,
roads I journey along.
Always calm or direct, may not be.
With every step I am tested.
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